Stretching the Truth

When I was in my 20's I had a terrible time of being honest. As a youngster my parents kept a short leash on me that I needed to escape from and when I could get away with something I did. Until I was at an age to think in advance I would often get caught in some way. I found that lying would only get my parents angrier. I eventually learned what caused me the worst consequences and would avoid those lies and admit the very least of what I did wrong. Naturally. And Chronically.

There came a time that I finally realized that being that person was unnecessary. I didnt want to be in trouble. I wanted to be complimented for good behavior. Change took effort and conditioning. When those changes were noticed I felt that I was on the right path. That is how I decided to live my life.

Along the way I found I couldnt and wouldnt make people happy. As the middle child of an alcoholic, I am also a peace-keeper. Ah. Such a great role to be in. I think that is long for co-dependent. Whatev.Since I have worn that name proudly over the years. I still struggle with keeping the peace, being passive aggressive and so on. I dont have to be this way, but tend to act on it when I feel that fear of consequence.

Is this just human nature? Do we all lie or is stretching the truth okay?

My point? I dont really have one. Other than it seems I am constantly accused of less then perfect behavior and wonder, why bother. Knowing that you are in a constant state of betterment and having those around you accusing you of otherwise feels sickening.

Hello giant wall.